Saturday, January 30, 2010

Isabella 8th Birthday

So apparently you can't have started a post last year and forgotten (slacker) to publish it and have it be dumped into that days post.  This was actually started in Isabella's 8th Birthday last year on December 19th.

I can't believe I just put 8 on there.  I really feel like I am getting a little scared of this whole getting older thing, and I am not talking about me.  I mean, each year there are more challenges, things that get easier, harder, make me pick and choose my battles, make me stop and think...wait, where did she hear THAT from, dig deeper...back off.  So many choices.
My straight A student, little girl of so many words and questions, so much love and attitude all given in the same day.  The one who can still crawl in my lap and know I will hold her till she wants down.  At 58lbs and coming to my shoulders you sure are growing sweet Angel.

For your Birthday you wanted a Rockstar Runway fashion show with a Sleepover.  5 of your friends came and were packing their best "Rockstar" outfits for the show.   I did hair, makeup and nails.   Bella and her wanting straight hair is going to be the end of my patience.  It hurtse, it takes FOREVER, it does not last long, and she cries the entire time I do it...really she does, why do I agree.  I told her this was the last time I was doing it. 

Liv Doll

More presents

Rockin out after the fashion show, which was great and on video, but I have no idea how to load on here and then they danced and sang.  Here is where I also started talking under my breath, and saying prayers to get me through the night...

Oh what it's bedtime already


Christmas 2009

Every year we have a little tradition we do.  We let the girls open 1 gift on Christmas Eve, but the gift is always the same, pj's.  They get to wear them to bed and wake up in the morning to open presents in them.  


I guess the slacker in me is getting what I deserve, cause I thought by starting a post on the same day I wanted that post to be would be sufficient, even though I never actually ever published it...or finished it either, but that doesn't matter.  Just knowing I could start it, come back to it later and finish it would work good, but not so much.  The Mocha post was started in Sept of last year :)
Ok, so on to Christmas.  We had snow on Christmas, which I know alot of people wish for.  It wasn't much, but enough to make it beautiful and white outside.   The girls were really into it this year.  I  think this will be the last year Bella believes in Santa.  We had a whole discussion a few months ago when we were busted with the Tooth Fairy and bella said "hmmmm what else can I ask you about that's not real"  then came the Santa question, we were honest, told her the whole Santa/Saint Nick story and explained everything.  Sometime between then and Christmas she forgot all about it.  I told Nick at one point I thought she was trying to trick us.  It was like we never had "the talk", just vanished.

Bella says these are her Lucky jammers, cause she always gets what she wanted when she wears them.  I need to make a mental note to tell her NO the next time she wears them and asks for something.

Opening the Race Track from Pawpaw and Meemaw.  Check out Abby's face. 

Opening presents.

Sophia was so freaked out by that little Pluto dog thingy.  It has a remote and walks and barks and wags his tail and she ran screaming stomping her feet to get away.  I had a little fun chasing her a few times and then it was back to the twist ties and opening of packages.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Mocha, Moocha, Muucka...and Isabella

Oh boy, Isabella wanted a Mocha from McDonald's so bad.  I mean really, really really wanted a coffee from there. She came up with so many different ways to say Mocha, always got it wrong, would come out one way and she would try to correct herself with another way.  Her friend Claira has had a few and raved to her about how good it is, and how adults have coffee, and how she gets it sometimes on the days when it is free.  
We tried to talk her out of it... for weeks.  Every week on Mocha Monday Bella would beg, plead, cry, whine, get on her knees and say how much she would love it and how good it must be.  How she would drink the whole thing and how happy it would make her...sooooo we caved.  Nick and knew she would not like it, we tried telling her that...she does not exactly have a taste for things new should I say, she likes what she is used to and not really willing to try different.  
The drink was bought, (not on a Monday) and she HATED it.  Nick said she had to drink the whole thing since she begged so hard for it for so long, the look on her face said it all.  She was not impressed and then questioned why people drink that stuff.  

So here is my tribute to Mocha Monday!!